Their movements are a little awkward, but my girlfriend looks at them in an interested fashion. I stare at them, terrified at what is going to happen ...ext. My boxers’ frontside are completely soaked with precum by now. I keep staring at my girlfriend’s ass, my eyes almost touching the screen as I stand up and pull my own pants down and sit with them around my ankles. ‘Please,’ I mutter, ‘please!’ And I keep fondling my cock unsure of what I am really begging for. The guys are sitting on the. ’ I would’ve promised the devil my soul in that moment. I knew I could always negotiate my way out of any deal later but just then I could only think of my overdue orgasm. While he considered the possibilities, I was doing the same- anal, threesomes and the other types of fetish sex that guys usually fantasize about and hope to one day find a willing partner to try it out with. ‘Have dinner with me.’ Have what now? I was sure I misheard. Had he just asked me to dinner? ‘Dinner?’ ‘Yes.. ?I stayed there for hours, my back in shreds, with her damned, nah, cute, feet resting on my smarting bum, slowly getting the cramps, while she drank her coffee, read a book and occasionally got up to do something in the kitchen.?That night, the first in my new 'home', I cried myself to sleep.?And it only got worse. Christine stayed at home all day, except for short trips to buy groceries. She never spoke to me, apart from curt orders, or I to her, except to acknowledge them.?Day after bleak. She lost how many times she climaxed she passed out he cut the panty hose she collapsed on the carpet. He got up and took out some smelling salts and bought her round he pulled her to her feet and hugged her close. “You did well, now we start round two” She shuddered he had made her cum several times but still hadn’t cum himself, What did he have in store for her now? He led her through to the shower he adjusted the shower they stood under the warm water cascading washing each other his hands.